Blinded by You

Chapter Twenty Nine- So, I love you... Now what?

Ellen's POV:

Standing in the mirror, I simply stared at my body. Wanting to shoot Blakely in the face for only buying me bikinis, my hands moved around my stomach, examining the faded stretch marks from a time I'm still not happy about. Hearing a small knock on the bathroom door, I slightly jumped.

"Ellen?" Harry's voice rang.

"I'll be out in just a second," I replied, trying to hide the fact that I had been crying. There was a few seconds of silence.

"I'm coming in," he quietly retorted and I closed my eyes as the door opened. I kept my head facing downward as I felt his warm hands touch mine.

"Why are you crying?" he murmured.

"Because." That was all I could muster.

"Because why, love?"

"Because I'm ugly."

"What makes you say that?"

"I have a hideous body and all Blakely gave me to wear are stupid bikinis."

"Why do you think you have a hideous body?" His voice was still calm and I felt his hands lightly rub my stomach and sides.

"Harry," I groaned and opened my eyes. "Nobody wants to look at anyone who looks like this. It's disgusting." My hands pointed to my stomach and I looked in the mirror at Harry's head resting on my shoulder.

"You wanna know something?" he whispered, kissing my shoulder blade.

"What?" I sniffled.

"I happen to think you're stunning." He kissed my neck and turned me around to face him.

"And you want to know what else I think?" His green eyes met mine and he kissed a tear that rolled down my cheek.

"I think," he smiled widely. "That you should take a deep breath and go to the beach with me." I chuckled and wiped at my face before he kissed me softly and lightly kissed my forehead. Walking out to the beach, I wanted to die. There were a lot of people and I immediately wanted to cover up more of my exposed skin as I laid out the mat I was going to sun bathe on. The beach was beautiful. The water, calming as it crashed against the shore. I couldn't hide the smile I had on my face as I laid on my back and looked up at the clear blue sky. Rubbing tanning oil on my already tan skin, I disregarded the stares we were getting and rested my head on my makeshift pillow.

HARRY'S POV:

How in the bloody hell could she think she was disgusting? I know this sounds cliché, but she was gorgeous! I mean, she had legs to die for, an amazing tummy, and beautiful skin. Not to mention, gorgeous hair and stunning eyes. How on earth could she think she was disgusting?! Watching her out the tanning oil on, I could feel myself slightly harden and rolled over on my stomach. Looking at her through my sunglasses, I pulled out my phone and took a picture, posting it to Instagram.

Two's company, three's a party I captioned and slightly smiled. Her phone went off with a notification and I saw her eagerly look at it.

"Harry!" she squealed, looking at me with annoyance.

"You look beautiful. I had to play photographer," I shrugged.

"I'll get you back for that one."

"I'll gladly accept any form of punishment." She hit my arm with a slight chuckle and rolled her eyes before closing them again. Thankful for my sunglasses hiding the fact that I was staring at her, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Laying there in a a comfortable silence, the wind whistled against my hair as Ellen took a breath to speak.

"Let's go in the water," she smiled, sitting up. Was she trying to kill me? Watching her walk toward the water, she turned back toward me with a smirk.

"Ya coming?" she yelled teasingly and continued her walk toward the water. Trying to hide my problem, I quickly jogged toward the water. It felt like a thousand needles hitting my skin all at once, but calmed down once I stood in for a few minutes. Watching Ellen dive under the water and come back up, rubbing her face, I took a deep breath. She knew what she was doing.

"Harry," she chuckled as I wrapped one arm around her waist and one around her legs, lifting her like a baby. Her arms curled around my neck and her breathing was slightly heavy.

"You've been teasing me and it's not fair," I laughed, lightly running my hand up and down her thigh.

"You pumped my ego too much, Mr. Styles. You should know not to do that," she grinned and leaned closer to me. Our lips met and she kept our chests close together. Setting her on her feet, my hands went up to her face and neck as I deepened the kiss. Leaning our foreheads together, I could see a crowd beginning to form on the beach.

"Shit," I groaned.

"What's wrong? Ellen asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"We've got a little crowd forming on the beach." Thankful she was wearing sunglasses, we both looked over at the beach and she took a deep breath.

"I love you," she murmured, kissing me again before unwrapping her arms from my neck and my hands from her. "Let's see if we can't play volleyball with those people on down the beach. I think that would be fun and it's not too far from our stuff."

"Okay," I nodded, feeling slightly annoyed that I could literally not go anywhere with my gir- Was Ellen my girlfriend? I hadn't even asked her, but i guess it was kind of implied. Now I feel like an asshole. Wading through the water next to her, we finally made it to the sand and I stopped her.

"Do you think you're my girlfriend?" I asked.

"I mean, it's kind of implied since we dropped the L bomb," she laughed.

"Okay," I nodded. She just laughed as we headed down the beach and the volleyball players gladly accepted us into their group. Ellen and I were on opposite teams and I fought distraction from how her tan skin gleamed in the mid-day sunlight. As the game and day continued, I was diving through the sand and having a lot of fun.

"Thanks for letting us play," Ellen laughed as she walked toward me. Checking the time, we had spent the entire day at the beach and I think I got a little bit sunburnt.

"No problem!" One of the girls called back with a wide smile. "It was great to meet you guys. Thanks for playing with us." Her Australian accent thick and full of laughter. Walking back toward our stuff, everything seemed to be still there.

"Great," Ellen chuckled.

"What?"

"Harry Styles and formerly blind girlfriend get a little friendly down under," she read, showing me the article.

"Jesus," I sighed.

"Styles, 19, and girlfriend Ellen Canniff, 18, reportedly on vacation in Australia, shared a few smooches under the Aussie sun this afternoon. "They're very close," a source says. "Harry's thinking about proposing." Dear God," Ellen guffawed, shaking her head.

"The media will do anything for attention." Rubbing my face and trying to not lose my temper as we gathered our things, I quickly walked back toward the house. The cool air hit my sticky skin and I clenched my fists, taking a deep breath.

"What do you want for dinner, baby?" Ellen called from the kitchen. "I can make some lasagna. Or we have some spaghetti stuff." Hearing her footsteps come closer, her arms wrapped around my torso.

"Or you can ignore me," she murmured, kissing my shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I grumbled.

"Harry." I stayed silent.

"I know something's wrong. You can tell me." Containing my urge to just scream at the top of my lungs, I clenched my fists one more time and began to speak.